Concierge

When I moved here from Jersey in December ’99 it was because I had visited and found the mountains absolutely spiritual. I felt I was home in a way I never had before. Mind you I will bust out my Inner Jersey Girl in a hot minute if you dare mention that ridiculous show about idiots when I tell you where I’m from. I have never met anyone who acts even close to anyone on The Jersey Shore. And I have known some Italians. Believe you me! Ahem. But though I’ll always be a Jersey Girl, Breckenridge is where I belong.

Having worked at the Wedgewood Lodge for eleven of the past thirteen years, I have become quite knowledgeable about the mountain. I am a fount of wisdom after years of experience…talking about it. I have even become quite adept at hiding a terrible secret…

I don’t ski or ride. There, I said it.

Typically I can fake my way through all sorts of questions about the ski area. Right up until someone asks me what my favorite run is. Then I fess up and grab one of the other girls to assist.

However, I want to tell those of you who don’t ski, that doesn’t mean you don’t belong here! I mean, who would deal with up to seven months of snow if this place weren’t awesome? Even if you don’t shred the gnar!